[Exit Overdo.
Winw. What does he talk to himself, and act so seriously, poor fool!
Quar. No matter what. Here’s fresher argument, intend that.
Enter COKES, Mistress OVERDO, and GRACE WELLBORN, followed by WASPE, loaded with toys.
Cokes. Come, mistress Grace, come, sister, here’s more fine sights yet, i’faith. Od’s ’lid, where’s Numps?
Leath. What do you lack, gentlemen? what is’t you buy? fine rattles, drums, babies, little dogs, and birds for ladies? what do you lack?
Cokes. Good honest Numps, keep afore, I am so afraid thou’lt lose somewhat; my heart was at my mouth, when I mist thee.
Waspe. You were best buy a whip in your hand to drive me.
Cokes. Nay, do not mistake, Numps; thou art so apt to mistake! I would but watch the goods. Look you now, the treble fiddle was e’en almost like to be lost.
Waspe. Pray you take heed you lose not yourself; your best way were e’en get up and ride for more surety. Buy a token’s worth of great pins, to fasten yourself to my shoulder.